Dry Flowers 

When flowers lose their color
And petals start to fall,
The beauty it pose before
Left for natures call.
Meant for us to keep in mind
That people come and go,
But the things they have done so caring
Aren't done to show.
And when we want the flower
To smile his heart for long,
We fix the environment a little bit
and sings a lovely song. 
In the book of eternity
The memory lasts beyond hours,
Once did the petals bloom
But now are just Dry Flowers.
Dry Flowers
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Dry Flowers

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